10 ivfs yielded two kids, an addition for my local liquor store and a jag for my acupuncturist. Good times!

Happy Birthday Big Boy!

That's right - our boy is 13 months and 4 days old (I'm SO good at blogging important dates). It seems like just a few months ago I was on my posh c-section vacation and now we have a very headstrong toddler. Did I mention headstrong? Yeah - I thought we had a gentle giant - not so much on the gentle part. Bull in a china shop comes to mind and don't EVEN think about eating or drinking something and not sharing with him - you'd think we were torturing the poor thing. He's just brought his half eaten pretzel collection on a tour of the house and is now stomping on the lasagna box. Destruction = toddler bliss!

He is an absolute darling, almost always smiling and I'm incredibly grateful that I went insane and did that 10th cycle. Because really, once you've done 9, what's another 15 days of gonadotropins going to do to you?